More remembrances of Tallis Steelyard written down by Jim Webster for your pleasure.
You have to remember that poets are merely human. Just because a man or woman is a great poet doesn’t mean that they don’t have limits. There are things we just cannot do.
As it is I do wonder at times whether our patrons realise this. There are times when I wake up in the middle of the night whimpering as my dreams replay various incidents from the past.
For example, let us look once more at the function I helped organise for Madam Dorca, her summer equinox celebration. In theory it was a simple task. Madam Dorca was methodical; she entertained on a rather grand scale, but only on the evening of an equinox or solstice. Thus her entertainments were fixtures within the social calendar. Invitations were much sought after, and it must be confessed that being known as somebody who helped to organise them enhanced my reputation.
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